His birthday isn't until Christmas day, but since i'm going to be with family and friends, and of course my mutts on both Christmas Eve and Day, I wanted to post this now...
When I was 10 years old, my family decided it was finally time to get a dog. Now, most of you know the story behind Simba, so I won't repeat myself, but what I will repeat is my love for him.
Him and I have grown so much together. Him teaching me, me teaching him. There's no love greater than that of Simba and I. No man or woman could fill my heart as greatly as this dog does.
He's a highly intelligent dog. Sometimes he doesn't even seem like a dog, more-so human. He uses the arm rest in the car, he chews his food completely, he "talks" to you, and so many other things that make my family and I giggle.
My parents and I always argue about who's boy he is. Everyone knows he's my boy. He always has been, and always will be. I do not think I will ever own a dog that could compare to Simba. I don't think i'll ever meet one.
He truely is what people call "the dog of a lifetime." He's made growing up so much easier. He's made meeting new people so much easier. He and his sisters make our house so full of life, so entertaining, and so happy.
Whenever I have tears or a bit of sadness, Simba has always been there to lick it away. NOTHING is more comforting than holding onto him and pushing my face into his fur. NOTHING is more relaxing than cuddling with him while watching the sunset. NOTHING feels as secure and safe as it does when he's around.
I've said it so many times... He's my angel, my heart, my never-ending box of tissues.
I never want it to be any other way.
Here's one of the poems I've written for him..
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I don't want to dim the light
without the light I wouldn't see
see the vibrant colors that surround your pupils
see such charactor and expressions you give
When the light dims away
I can see your silhouette
against the moonlight casting through my window
as I run my hands through your fur
I can hear you let out a small sigh
a sigh of love that only you and I can understand
a note that gives me serenity inside
without even asking you
you lift your head
to give me one of your tender, docile kisses.
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He's 7 years old now. Thinking of it not only makes me sad, but happy. Around SIX of those years he's spent with me. Six. And I want a million more.
Happy Birthday my sweet man....Happy, Happy Birthday.
I want to share some pictures with you all...
Please look in the next post...
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